Sia so tired...now I am looking for a test I did before abt Gd Charlotte...I pass the test lol...the lamest thing is that you have to cry to pass the test...duh~
Chapter One!
“Benji would you get your lazy butt up. We have an interview in less than two hours.” Benji Madden rolled over in his bunk as he heard his brother yelling at him from the front of the tour bus.“Why do they have to schedule these things so early in the freaking morning?” Benji said as he climbed out of his bunk.“It’s not their fault that you stayed up all night playing video games with Paul.”“He cheats on that stupid game. Not once did I beat him.” Benji said, as he got dressed and ready to go.“Did you ever stop to think that it’s because you’re not very good at video games?”“Oh hush. I could beat you any day.”“You’re on. After the interview, we’ll come back here and I’ll prove how much you suck at those stupid games.”After the two brothers finished getting dressed, they walked off of their tour bus and over to the rental car they had for the day.“Who’s driving?” Benji asked Joel.“I think I’ll drive. You drive like a maniac. Especially in rental cars.”“What is this, pick on Benji day or something?”“Benji, everyday is pick on Benji day. You should be used to it by now.”“Yeah whatever, let’s just get this stupid interview over with. I’m ready to climb back into my bunk and go back to sleep. A man needs his rest.”Benji and Joel got into the rental car, and pulled out of the parking lot of the venue that they were supposed to play at that night.“So who’s interviewing us today?” Benji asked as he played with the knobs on the radio, trying to find a good rock station. “Some local magazine or something. I don’t think it’ll take too long. I’d give it two hours tops.”“I hope it’s not even that. Why don’t they ever interview Paul or Billy?”“Because we’re the loving twin brothers.”“You’ve got that all wrong Joel. It’s because I’m the loving twin brother, you’re just my sidekick.”Benji flashed his brother a wide grin and went back to looking for a station.“Is it me, or am I hitting every freaking red light in this town?” Joel said as he came to a stop at an intersection.“I told you that you should have let me drive.”“If I would have let you drive, we would be going seventy-five down these residential streets.”“Joel, you have never even let me drive. How would you know if I drive bad or not?”“Believe me Benji, I just know.”“Whatever. How much longer do we have until we get there?”“It’s just past this last stoplight, and surprisingly enough it’s green.” Joel says as he approaches the intersection.(Benji’s POV)I lay my head back on the headrest and look out the window, noticing a small truck speeding down the road, swerving like the driver was drunk.“Joel stop.” “What?” Joel turned and looked at me confused.“Joel, stop the *#*$ing car.” I yelled at him as we went through the intersection.Before I could say anything else, I felt a sharp pain ripping through my side as we were hit by the truck at a high speed.It feel like the whole thing is going in slow motion as I hear the glass breaking and tires squealing. The sound of metal slamming against metal is a sickening sound that I don’t think I’ll ever forget.I clos my eyes tight as the car continues to spin around before hitting some sort of post, causing the car to stop.Everything is silent, except for the sound of a horn blaring somewhere near by. I try to turn my head to look at Joel, but the pain is just surging through my body. Everything aches, and I can feel the blood trickling down my face. “Joel?”I try to call Joel’s name, but I just startcoughing uncontrollably. I try once again to turn my head, but I feel a sharp pain go up my spine.“Is everybody okay in here?” I hear someone yelling from somewhere near the car. A few seconds later an older gentleman is standing at my window, trying to see if I am okay.“I’m fine. Is Joel okay?” I see the man turn his head and look towards the front of the car.“You need to worry about yourself right now. Where exactly do you hurt?”I could tell just by the look in his eyes that there was something wrong. Why did he look towards the front of the car?“Where’s my brother? Where’s Joel?” I ask the man frantically.“The paramedics are on the way. You need to calm down so they can help you when they get here.”I could feel the tears start to sting at the corner of my eyes as I stare at the man in front of me.“Don’t let him die.” I whisper as I feel the tears start to slide down my cheeks. I feel the man hold onto one of my hands, and soon there are sirens and flashing lights everywhere.“Sir, we’re going to need you to step behind the police line.” I hear a police officer say to the gentleman.“They’re going to take good care of you. Just hang in there and you’ll be alright.”“Don’t leave. Tell me what happened to Joel.” I plead with the man.Before he can answer me, a police officer pulls him away and he is soon replaced with a paramedic who is now kneeling next to the car.“Sir, we’re going to get you out of this car as soon as we can, but we’re going to have to take some precautions just in case you have any neck or spinal injuries.”Everything starts to get a little fuzzy, and I feel like I’m going to pass out. I start to close my eyes, but the paramedic gets my attention and makes me look at him.“I need you to stay with me here. You can’t close your eyes just yet. I’m going to put this collar around your neck, and then my partner and I are going to put you onto this board. You’re going to have to follow our directions carefully, and we need you to try and stay awake. Do you understand?”“Where’s my brother?” I ask him, ignoring everything he just told me.There’s only one thing I care about right now, and that is trying to figure out if Joel is okay.“You need to focus on this right now. We’ve got paramedics taking care of your brother. Now I’m going to slip this neck brace around your neck, and then we’re going to put you on the board.”The paramedic did just as he said he was going to do, and slipped the neck brace around my neck, and fastening the Velcro straps in front. He then put his arms around my waist and started pulling me out of the car.The pain was unbearable. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The pain kept shooting through my back and neck, and then everything went black.
Chapter Two:-Lethal Bruises-
Oh my gosh what happened? My head is pounding and I can’t feel the rest of my body. Everything is black, and all I can hear is an incessant beeping noise. "Benji? Can you hear me?" I try to move my head, but something's preventing it from moving. "Try to open your eyes.” the voice is very unfamiliar, but I try to open my eyes anyways. It takes a few seconds, but finally my eyelids flutter open and the light in the room basically blinds me. "What happened?" I ask quietly. "You were in a car accident. Do you remember?""A little. Where’s Joel?"“Your brother is being taken good care of.”“So he’s okay?”“Benji, I know you’re worried about your brother, but we need to talk about you right now.”The tone in his voice makes me cringe, and I have a feeling I’m not going to like what I hear. For the first time since I’ve opened my eyes, I turn my head and look at the man standing next to me. He’s wearing one of those white coats that doctor’s wear in movies, and his badge says Dr. Cole. “Why does everyone want to talk about me? I feel fine. I want to see Joel. Where the *#*$ is he?”“Mr. Madden, you need to calm down. You‘re going to cause yourself more injuries.”“I’m fine. Why wont you listen to me? A couple of bruises won’t kill me.” I say as I sit up and try to get out of the bed. “They can kill you, and they are killing you.”I stop moving and look at him shocked. “What did you say?” I whisper. I can tell by the look on his face that he didn’t mean to tell me that. At least not yet anyways. “You have some severe internal bleeding. We tried to stop it, but there’s no use.”Oh my gosh. He must be kidding me. “I’m dying?” I ask in horror, fearing his answer. He doesn’t say anything, but nods instead. “How long?” I ask run my hands through my hair. “A few hours.” he says quietly. “I want to see Joel.”“That’s not a good idea right now. They’re still trying to get him stable.”“I want to see my *#*$ing brother.” I yell at him. I turn around when I hear a door open, and I see Joel in the trauma room next to me. “Doctor, we need you in here.” a nurse says to the doctor before going back into the trauma room. I watch as the doctor runs past me into the trauma room, and I follow behind him. “What’s going on?” the doctor asks one of the nurses. “We got him stable for a few minutes, but then he stopped breathing. All of his ribs are crushed, and his lungs are filled with blood. I’m surprised he's still alive."I walk closer so I can see Joel, and I see that he's covered in blood. They have his clothes cut open, and needles stuck all in him. All the nurses and doctors are so focused on Joel that they don’t even notice me standing there. Not even when they open up his chest and start to stick a tube in one of his lungs. I feel myself start to gag at the scene in front of me, but I can’t seem to look away. Not even an hour ago we were talking and being our normal happy selves. Now we're both dying. I lose my train of thought when I hear a loud, annoying, whistling noise. I look around the room, trying to find the source of the noise, but with all the people in there I can’t see anything. "He’s flat lining." I hear someone in the large crowd yell. I feel a tear slide down my cheek as I realize that the noise is from the heart monitor. I quickly push my way through the crowd of people, and grab hold of one of Joel’s hands. I feel someone trying to pull me away, but I keep a tight grip. "I’m sorry sir, you need to go back to the other room." I hear the person say to me as they continue to try to pull me away. The doctor ignores the nurse who is trying to get me away, and continues to try to get Joel’s heart beating again. I watch as the doctor sticks his hand in the massive hole he created in Joel’s chest. I could feel myself about to throw up, but I suppress the urge as the doctor starts to massage Joel’s heart. About a minute later, Joel’s heart starts beating on it's own, and he starts breathing again. It’s like watching him come to life for the first time, and I swear I can feel him putting pressure on my hand. For the first time since we walked into the room, the doctor looks up and realizes I’m standing right in front of him. "Is he going to be okay?" I ask the doctor. I already know the answer, but I have a small bit of hope that I’m wrong. "No." he says sympathetically.
Chapter Three:-Regret-
I feel a tear slide down my cheek as I look down at Joel’s face. It’s slightly pale, and his lips have a slight hint of blue in them. His hair is matted down with blood, and there is a gash above one of his eyebrows. I look back down to the gaping hole that used to be Joel’s chest, and I watch his heart beat. I feel like I should be nauseated by the sight, but there’s just something so serene about watching life being pumped throughout one’s body. “His heart is too weak. It’s not going to be able to last much longer. His ribs were crushed, and there isn’t much we can do for his lungs either.” the doctor spoke quietly. By now, most of the nurses had left, and the room was in complete silence. “There’s nothing you could do for him? Some sort of surgery or something?” I asked the doctor as I grasped onto Joel’s hand. I felt that I was protecting him in some way by holding onto him, but deep down I knew his fate was imminent, as was mine. “The only thing we could do is a heart and lung transplant, but we will never be able to get a heart and lungs in this amount of time that will match his blood type. He needs it now, and there is just no way.”I feel a chill go up my spine, and I swear I can feel Joel’s hand tighten around mine. I look at his closed eyelids, and silently pray for them to open. To be able to look into my brothers eyes again one last time before we die. It was no use though, he never opened his eyes. “Would you like me to leave you alone for a few minutes?” the doctor asked. I nodded my head, and watched as he and the remaining nurses walked out of the room. I don’t know what to do. What are you supposed to do when you’re brother is lying in front of you dying? I feel so helpless just sitting here. Both of us don’t deserve to die. It’s unfair. I can feel the tears steadily flowing down my cheeks, but I don’t bother to wipe them away. So much for my tough guy image. “Joel, can you hear me?” I whisper into Joel’s ear. I know it’s a long shot, but I don’t know what else to do. I’ve never felt so alone in my life. All my life, Joel has been there when I had to go rough situations, but this time I’m alone. This time I have to make the decisions for us. I look around the room and see a piece of paper and a pen sitting on the counter. I hesitate to let go of Joel’s hand, but I lay it next to his side as I walk to the counter and get the pen and paper. I pull up a chair next to Joel’s bed, and sit down, immediately grabbing Joel’s hand again. I stare at the blank paper on front of me, trying to think of something to write. Normally I’m quick to think of things to write, no matter what it is. But this time it’s different. I hold Joel’s hand with my left hand as I put the paper in my lap and write the best I can with my right hand. I know the words aren’t my own, but they hold a deep meaning that I know Joel would understand. Joel and I could always take the plainest lyrics from a song, and give deeper meanings to them that only we could understand. I guess it’s just a twin thing. We always know what the other is thinking. I finish scribbling the last of the words on the paper just as I hear the doctor walk in.“We’re going to need to take him surgery to have his chest closed up.” “You said all you needed was the same blood type right?” I asked the doctor as he came further into the room. “You need to really put some thought into this. This is a very big decision, no matter if you’re alive or dead when it happens.”“There’s no reason both of us should die. You said there was no hope for me, but there’s hope for him, and that’s me. I’m his hope, and I know the thought has crossed your mind at least once since we both got here.”“If we do this, you wont get to say goodbye to anyone. You’ll have to go up to surgery as soon as we’re done speaking. There’s a chance your brother won’t even make it to the operating table. His heart could stop in the elevator, or just walking down the hall.”“So you just rather let both of us die, than save one of us?”“I’m not saying that. What I’m saying is that you need to think this through.”“Like you said, I don’t have much time. Get me in that operating room, and save his life.” I yelled angrily at the doctor. The doctor took a deep breath as he tried to keep his cool. I’m not going to allow him to let Joel die without a fight. “If this is your final decision, I need you to sign a donor form, and then we can take you up to the operating room.” he said quietly. “This is what I want. This is what needs to happen.” I replied, equally quiet. As the doctor left the room to get the forms, I turned back to Joel and placed a small kiss on his forehead. “I know you’re really going to hate me for this, but it needs to be done. There’s no reason for both of us to have to go. Make sure you tell mom and Sara that I love them. Make them understand why I had to do this.” I whispered into Joel’s ear, hoping he would hear me. The doctor came back in with the forms, and after I signed them they put me on a gurney and took me up to the operating room. Before they could put me under, I gave the doctor the piece of paper that I had written on, and told him to make sure to give it to Joel when he woke up. As I looked at the bright operating lights above me, I could feel myself slightly shaking as tears started sliding down my cheeks at a steady pace. I’m terrified, but at the same time I feel at peace. I know what I’m doing is right, but it doesn’t hide the fact that I’m basically committing suicide. I keep seeing Joel’s face in my head, except it’s not the Joel I saw downstairs only minutes ago. I feel like I’m seeing my life flash before my eyes as I remember when Joel and I were kids playing. “Mr. Madden, you’re going to feel a small prick in your arm. It’s just going to be the anesthetics. It’s going to make you feel really tired. It might be a little easier if you count back from one hundred. I just need to ask you one more time. Are you sure you want to do this?” the surgeon asked. I nodded my head as I looked at the surgeon. “I know it’s not easy, but you’re doing the right thing,” he said to me quietly. A few seconds later I felt the small prick in my arm from the needle. Instead of counting back from one hundred though, I thought about Joel and my family. Just as I closed my eyes for the last time, I felt a slight hint of regret coursing through my veins, but it was too late.

Chapter Four:-Fading-
(Billy’s Point Of View)Paul and I were sitting in the middle of a Metal Edge interview when we found out about the accident. John, our tour manager, rushed us over to the hospital as quickly as possible. Of course once we got there they wouldn’t tell us anything because we weren’t family. John stopped almost every doctor, nurse, or med student who passed by the waiting area and tried to get information out of them. Eventually we found out that both Benji and Joel were taken up to surgery. We didn’t found out until the next morning that Benji had never come out of the surgery. That while we were waiting to see him and Joel, he was down in the morgue. Their mom, along with their sister and brother finally arrived at the hospital the next day around noon. Their brother was doing his best to comfort his mom and sister, but deep down I could tell he was losing it. He had just lost a brother and he didn’t know whether or not the other would live. How could anybody go through that without so much as letting one tear loose? The hospital was not capable of telling the Madden family that Benji had donated his heart and lungs to Joel. It was part of the donor confidentiality. They never really told anybody why they took Benji into surgery, just that it had to do with saving someone’s life. Of course it was very easy to put two and two together and figure it out on our own. Everyone was afraid to see Joel when he woke up after the surgery. The doctor had already told him what had happened, and we were told that he didn’t take it to well. But then again, who would take the death of his twin brother easily? Those two were always inseparable and now Benji’s gone forever. I was afraid to see Joel when he woke up, so Paul made up excuses for me. I know it’s a horrible thing to do, but I wasn’t trying to deal with the death of one of my best friends in my own way. I locked myself in my hotel room, and was periodically checked on by Paul or Joel’s sister and brother. One day Paul came to my room and told me that Joel wanted to see me really badly. That he wanted to talk to me and see how I was doing. After some hesitation, I decided to go with Paul up to the hospital where Ms. Madden greeted me. She told me that Joel was anxious to see me. When I walked into the room, I had to do everything in my power not to brake down into tears. Joel was standing with only sweat pants on in front of a mirror. He was staring at the stitches from where they had to cut open his chest in the emergency room. I watched as his gaze went from the stitches to the tattoo of the praying hands and Benji’s name over his heart. “It’s hard to believe that his heart is still beating, and he’s still breathing, although his spirit is gone.” He said quietly, still staring at his reflection in the mirror. I tried to think of something comforting to say, but my mind kept drawing useless blanks. Instead I stood there in the doorway just staring at the frail man in front of me. He had started to lose weight rapidly after the surgery because he refused to eat. “How are you holding up?” he asked me, breaking the awkward silence that had filled the room. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I asked him sincerely as I walked over to the bed and sat down at the end of it. Joel silently turned around and sat down next to me on the bed as he began to play with his hands nervously. I guess that wasn’t the best thing to ask him. I can be such a jerk sometimes. “When someone dies, people usually tell their loved ones that although their body is gone, their spirit is in heaven. Benji’s heart is still alive. That’s something that will always be with me. Your heart is what keeps you alive, and Benji’s heart is still beating. Benji’s not dead.”I looked at Joel and was quick to understand what he was saying. We spent the rest of that day talking and chatting about non-sense. In a matter of a few hours, we were both laughing like we were on any given day before the accident. I thought it would take Joel weeks, maybe even months, before he was able to laugh again, but it was less than two weeks. To him, Benji wasn’t dead. When Joel finally got some of his strength back, we were able to fly home where he was immediately admitted into a local hospital. He was there for almost a month while they monitored his heart and lungs, making sure they were going to stay strong enough. We eventually had to hold auditions for a new guitarist, and we found an excellent one on the last day of auditions. Within months we were already booked to play at a local radio stations concert with a few other of the big name bands. That was where the unexpected happened. We were in the middle of playing the ‘Motivation Proclamation’ when Joel stopped singing. I turned in time to see him drop his mic to the floor as he grabbed his chest. Seconds later he was on the ground with people hovering all around him. I stood away from all the people and watched the scene in horror. The fans were crying as they watched two paramedics giving him CPR. By the time they got him to the hospital, it was too late. Joel died on the one-year anniversary of Benji’s death from Cardiac failure and respiratory distress. The doctors said that there was no way they could have detected it before it happened. Joel had had a physical every month since the transplant, and there were no signs of the heart weakening. His mother had Joel buried in the same plot with Benji so that they were side by side. Just as they had come into this world together they will sleep together for eternity. I now sit on the stone bench in front of the twin’s headstone. I stare at the names as I have so many times before and try to make sense of everything that happened two short years ago. Why did someone have to be so careless? If they would have just took a minute to think before they got into that car, Benji and Joel would still be alive. I look at the picture amongst all the flowers and notes of Benji and Joel together. It’s a photo that amazingly has stayed out of the press. Someone had taken a picture of Benji and Joel while they were hugging and not paying attention to anyone around them. That one picture can tell you so much about the twins that no words could ever describe. I pull a folded up piece of paper out of my pocket and gently open it up as my hands shake slightly. I had found these lyrics when I was going through some of the stuff around our bands apartment. Joel had written them not soon after Benji died, and he had them tucked away in a book that he was reading. I glance over the lyrics that are scrawled out in front of me, and I can feel the tears coming to my eyes. it was two weeks ago yesterday, I watched you leave this place There’s a shirt you left behind, on the front it says, “shine”Well I don’t feel like shining today, so I fold it up and put it awayWhat do I do it’s not even noon, it’s hard for me with no youLike the sun without the moonYou were shining I was fading, you were broken, I was breakingYou walk a fine line between being blind and closing your eyesIt’s all good, it’s okay … until you look awayTwo months ago and yeah I’m okay, feels like only yesterdayEspecially the very last partWhen you cut away my heartI know you’re dancing in your safe placeWearing that “I’m doing just fine face”I bet you’ll be alright, ‘til somebody turns out the lightsIt’s only a matter of timeThere is a place I know where nothings quite the way it seemsI think you might have been there one or twice, just step inside your mindWhen I finish reading them I pull a pen out of my pocket and scroll a few of my own lyrics at the bottom. Sometimes what doesn’t seem so fairThat’s what makes us more awareI know you’re smilingI know you’re singing, I know that you’re in a better placeWhere angel’s wings caress youBut I still miss youI finish writing the lyrics out on the paper and set it down amongst all the flowers as I stand up and glance at the names one the grave one last time as I walk out of the cemetery.
The End.
why would someone even create this horrid story! I dont even want that thought to ever cross my mind!
taken from:http://groups.msn.com/GoodCharlotteobsessionpunkz

Who the heck create such a horrible story?I'll kill the person if I ever see him/her!

<3 ZOE. 10:19 PM